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[koideres]

@ysolt another one for sybil nation fuck yeah

[sprksfiired]

SC / @dragvnsovl for the jet twins!

Cybertron has gotten considerably livelier since the reemergence and soon after end of the deception autobot war. And yet despite all her free time, now that she'd been sent back from her assignment on Thulsa Doom, moonracer was without a doubt, BORED out of her processor. Her mind was running at a mile a minute, ideas coming and going. She'd already booked in her time at the shooting range, not that she had to perfect her score, everyone knew she was the best shot around, but even that seemed too simple. She wanted something new, something fun! She wondered briefly if things would've been different if she got assigned to earth too, but usually any question's she had about the place got pushed off or answered in the most painstakingly boring way she left before whoever she was speaking too was finished.

The moon buggy whizzed through empty streets, absentmindedly driving around the home base for the elite guard, enjoying the space to stretch her wheels after awhile. Her attention is immediately stolen as she stops focusing for one second, and ends up running into two frames. She let out a small yell of surprise as she quickly transformed back into her root mood, rubbing her helm as she looked up to see how much trouble she'd be in before her eye's widened in recognition. She knew of them of course, she'd read every report that got sent her way all the way back on boring old Thulsa doom. They were the flying twins, sentinel's pet project and most importantly from what she'd heard, the new guys, not yet broken in to sentinels overwhelming boring ways.

❝ Sorry about that-! I didn't run into you two too hard did i? ❞

[maks-lawrence]

@freyatm

Dark eyes shifting to the round security mirror hung in the top corner of the store, Maks knew the blindspots of the tiny corner store like the back of his hand. With his back to the counter, he tucked a few items into the inside pocket of his jacket, lining the bomber with packets of candies, a battery pack, some vape fluid and a new lighter. He did it with practiced ease, precautions were a formality, he even knew the particular cashier who was more absorbed in their thrilling game of CandyCrush than store security. Something caught his eye, in the far right corner, dead centre of the security mirror. He swallowed up the distance in a few short strides, reaching out to pluck the package of coloured hair barrettes out of the blonde’s hand before it disappeared under her shirt. “You’re going to get caught,” he hissed, eyes narrowed. He motioned for her to follow him outside of the shop, leaning against the cracked vinyl siding with a scowl. “What do you think you’re doing?”

[cauchemararaignee]

@worldsbestdoc

“Let me go, Amélie.”

Though Angela’s eyes were fierce there was gravel in her voice. She twisted in her grip, struggling to break free.

“What do you even want.”

She stared at the other in the eyes. Anger, hurt, and betrayal evident in the usually cold emotionless eyes. She was gaining her emotions back. Her first instinct was to seek her out. 

“No! Your team let me be taken by Talon. You guys didn’t care that I was missing. Even after my husband was murdered...by me!” She snapped. “You didn’t try to save me!” She gripped her wrists harder, tears threatening to escape her. “You were my friend!” 

“Amelie is missing...Amelie must be dead. Let’s put an empty grave next to her husband and call it good.” She growled. “You don’t know what horrors I had to deal with, Angela...Turning lavender was not the only thing they did to me!” She was shaking. Her emotions were overwhelming her. 

[cloudedblades]

indefinable-heart

If there was one true weakness in Cloud’s combat abilities (and to be fair, there were probably a few he didn’t even know about), it was his lack of... range. he’d always been a close-quarters fighter, and he rather liked it that way. But it was still a weakness, and even he had to admit that.

Back home, it’d never really been that much of a problem; even Yazoo hadn’t been able to make much use out of a long distance. (Except when he had, but still. Once.) Here in hive City, though, there was just no way to know what might decide to take a piece out of you next. It was better to be prepared than dead.

But there was a problem, the reason why he’d never really used guns - he sucked.

Oh, sure, he’d been issued a rifle, all the way back when he’d been a Shinra infanrtyman. He’d even been put through basic training on the thing, so he knew how to use it, more or less. He simply couldn’t aim worth a damn. 

Not even at fifteen meters with a scavenged BB gun and a row of lined-up bottles.

Not a single hit.

Cloud sighed to himself and began slowly collecting BBs off the ground. If inanimate objects could mock people, he’d have never heard the end of this. Even so, it was going to be a long, hard day.

[dellisantidias-blog]

                        ❛   lorenzo !? figlio mio, dove sei ?  ❜ her son, though she loved him with all her heart, was as troublesome as a child could be. she had told him to stay by her side whilst they were without his father or their guard and yet, once again, he had run off. when she found him, and she most certainly would find him, he would never see the light of day again. hurrying around a corner, skirts held tightly in her hand so as to prevent her from tripping, a sound unlike one of her stature should ever make slipped from her lips as she collided with another. ❛   mi scuso, figlio mio... è scappato - forgive me, i am not usually...   ❜  her words trail off as she finally meets the eye of her collision. she flushes red, embarrassed, as her lips remain parted on a breath, now lost for words.

[thegreatwolf-fenris]

He hated DemiGods. Firstly, they weren’t even the real thing. He knew Gods and they were just cheap imitations. Secondly, they play so dirty. Thinking they had something to prove just made them more volatile and that’s how Fenrir ended up limping away from the ash of his latest hunting kill with a sprained ankle and a deep wound in his shoulder. 

The creature had taken his own knife and nearly dislocated his shoulder from the force alone. 

Pressing as much pressure he could on the wound, though he could still feel the warm trickle of blood seeping through his fingers, he took off. Heading through the alley ways to avoid suspicious glances. Though the night would hide the majority of the blood stains on his clothes

Rounding the corner he saw a small shop, Charming Trinkets. The shop was closed and the lights were out and it seemed quiet enough that Fen would chance it to try and find a first aid kit. 

The door was locked but with a little force he busted the handle and slipped inside.

Searching around his eyes ran over the various herbs, and trinkets lining the shelves and tables. Cursing, he ripped a piece off of his shirt binding his shoulder tighter. It’s not like his rapid healing wasn’t working, but his knife was forged in Asgard and imbibed with magic to slow down healing. Worked great on enemies but for him, he was loosing blood too quickly for comfort.

Sliding behind the counter and sinking to the floor he took in a deep breath. Trying to think of another option when he heard someone coming. 

[cauchemararaignee]

@southern-charm

Talon had specific orders. The target needed to be killed. Apparently, this cowboy had the same target. She was not to be outdone. She aimed her grappling hook at the bridge above him. Widow’s kiss aimed at the target as she made her swing down. She hadn’t meant to swing in to the cowboy. 

She took her shot just as she knocked into him. Her hook releasing, causing her to fall, rather ungracefully. “Merde.”  Not only did her kill jump into the armored car, but she had ran into someone and fell. 

“You made me miss!”